~ For the NaPoWriMo thing

Leave it behind. Leave these thoughtsbehind at the bar, in the bottom of a drink,

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from “False Spring” by Gina Myers

Here’s the poem:

In school, I thought I’d be a libertineBut when I stepped behind that blaring doorand saw the writhing wretches in the bar,the mating season dances underway,I felt a sordid dread and knew I’d always be